Why is Cole Flying an Airplane?
I doubt the flurry of photos today made any sense at all (see previous posts), so here's a quick summary of the day's events.
I was just reminded by an ad in the Yukon News the other day that this is Rendezvous weekend, Whitehorse's mid-winter (is it only mid?) festival. There is always an air show so today after we hung around Shipyard Park for a while (the site of Rendezvous this year) we cut up to the airport to check out the fancy planes.
We got there a bit early, which was cool, because we bumped in Kim, one of Cole's teachers at day care, and her son Ilja. We hung out with them until they opened the gates and we could walk around and look at all the cool airplans. There were three big Hercules transport planes there, two American and one Canadian. The first one freaked Cole out. The cockpit was open for visits, but he refused to climb up the dark, narrow stairway to get there -- until Ilja did. Of course, then he had to get in there.
In that first cockpit he was a bit trepidatious. He sat in the pilot seat, but didn't touch too many things. When we checked out the second plane he walked straight up to the cockpit and sat down, digging around a bit more. By the time we hit there third Hercules, the Canadian one, he walked up the cargo ramp belting out "Oh, Canada" (to the soldier's glee) and strolled up to the cockpit like he owned the plane. He sat down in the pilot's seat and started turning dials and flicking switches like he was preparing for flight. The navigator got a kick out of his confidence.
After that we hopped into a big helicopter (a Bell 407). Cole and Ilya were straight into the cockpit, ready to fly. They loved the little joystick controllers.
A little while later Cole was ready to go and insisted we head straight home to he could play with his toy airplanes.
I was just reminded by an ad in the Yukon News the other day that this is Rendezvous weekend, Whitehorse's mid-winter (is it only mid?) festival. There is always an air show so today after we hung around Shipyard Park for a while (the site of Rendezvous this year) we cut up to the airport to check out the fancy planes.
We got there a bit early, which was cool, because we bumped in Kim, one of Cole's teachers at day care, and her son Ilja. We hung out with them until they opened the gates and we could walk around and look at all the cool airplans. There were three big Hercules transport planes there, two American and one Canadian. The first one freaked Cole out. The cockpit was open for visits, but he refused to climb up the dark, narrow stairway to get there -- until Ilja did. Of course, then he had to get in there.
In that first cockpit he was a bit trepidatious. He sat in the pilot seat, but didn't touch too many things. When we checked out the second plane he walked straight up to the cockpit and sat down, digging around a bit more. By the time we hit there third Hercules, the Canadian one, he walked up the cargo ramp belting out "Oh, Canada" (to the soldier's glee) and strolled up to the cockpit like he owned the plane. He sat down in the pilot's seat and started turning dials and flicking switches like he was preparing for flight. The navigator got a kick out of his confidence.
After that we hopped into a big helicopter (a Bell 407). Cole and Ilya were straight into the cockpit, ready to fly. They loved the little joystick controllers.
A little while later Cole was ready to go and insisted we head straight home to he could play with his toy airplanes.
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